He holds out his hand and waits. I push it away.
"Go to hell."
"I'm not going to hell. I'm going to be fucked. I want you to do all the work. I'm tired." He yawns and stretches. "But I'm glad you came in here because I need a soak."
He goes to the huge claw foot bathtub and turns the taps on, drizzling in some bath salts that fill the room with a pleasant spicy scent - sandalwood. The tub's large and deep, and the water fast, so soon it's filling with steamy soapy water. He wastes no time getting undressed, removing his shirt and then his belt and pants.
I can barely believe him. He's so damn certain I'll have sex with him.
He removes his socks and then his boxers, and doesn't hesitate to get into the water, exhaling loudly as he does.
"Come," he says, motioning me over. "Get in. I made Vasily get an extra large tub so we both could sit in it."
I shake my head in amazement. "You had it all planned out."
He smiles.
"Oh, I spent a lot of time planning for you, Eve. I intend to see those plans to fruition. Every single one." He pats the water, splashing it around. "This was one of them. I really looked forward to this. Come in. I need you to wash my . . . back." He's smiling, broadly, looking like the Cheshire cat, so satisfied with himself – knowing.
I sit on the ledge, my arms around my knees, and seethe. Yet, at the same time, I have to admit that it thrills me to think he imagined this scenario, that he planned to have me in the bath with him, washing his … back. He wanted this. He thought about it and planned it. It gives me a curious sense of power over him. One that sends a delicious jolt of lust through me.
I go to the tub, staring down at him as he lies partially submerged. I turn my back to him.
"Can you unzip me?"
He does and I let the dress puddle on the floor, removing my bra, and then my panties while my back is still towards him, bending over to remove them, knowing that he’ll get a good look at my ass in the process.
"Why, Ms. Hayden," he says, his voice deep, throaty. "I do believe there’s just a bit of a tease in you after all. I like that."
I turn and step into the tub across from him, then kneel down in the water so that it covers me from the nipples down.
"Tell me what you want me to do," I say.
"Why don't you just come over here and find out?"
I lean forward on my knees. He slips down farther in the water, his arms over the sides, his knees spread. He isn't smiling any longer, and for a moment, I think he’s just a bit surprised, maybe even shocked. There’s a look of blatant lust on his face, in his eyes, that does something to me and I lose the lingering traces of inhibition that always seem to hold me back from expressing myself.
I wrap my arms around his neck and lie on top of him, the water splashing over the sides of the tub and onto the floor. I just lie there, my lips almost touching his and wait, wanting to see what he’ll do. He in turn appears content to wait for me to make a move. Neither of us does anything for a moment and so I just enjoy the feeling of desire that’s building inside my body, and it’s magnified when he opens up to me and our senses connect.
I pull back and look at his face and his blue eyes are hooded, waiting. His breathlessness fills me, increasing my own until I’m almost dizzy from it.
“It’s too much,” I say, closing my eyes, trying to catch my breath. He pulls back just a bit and now, his lust doesn’t overwhelm me and I’m able to open my eyes once more.
When I do, I’m staring into his, so-blue eyes. I try to imagine him as a human with a flush in his cheeks but his paleness is too much a part of him. Besides, I’ve come to desire that paleness – it’s part of the package. I lean closer and run my tongue over his lips. He closes his eyes as if content to just let me do what I want. Then I kiss him, my mouth on his, lips parting, my tongue seeking out his.
What do I want to do to him? Up till now, I’ve been so passive – with both Michel and him. Now, I want to watch his response to what I do. While I kiss him, I slip one arm away from around his neck, my hand trailing down his chest between our bodies, running over a nipple, over his stomach, his navel, and he makes a little sound in his throat – a sound I thought belonged to Michel, but it doesn’t. My hand slides lower, touching the thatch of hair that reaches down from his navel to his groin. I slip my fingers around to his inner thigh, taking care not to touch his erection – not yet.
He likes to be teased? I’ll try to tease him.
My hand strokes down his thigh and back up, around his groin, then up his chest to the other nipple. I end the kiss and lie to the side, my mouth on his neck below his ear where I’d bite him if I were a vampire. He groans. My hand slips back down over his belly, then traces his hip bone down to his groin once more.
"Eve, I didn't know you had it in you."
"Shh," I say. "You talk too much."
I kiss him once more and let my hand brush him, which elicits another murmur from him from deep in his throat. I change sides, moving over in the tub and start to nuzzle his other ear and then suck on the skin beneath it. He groans again and arches his back. I explore his body, teasing a nipple, then once more slip my fingers down to his thigh and up, and this time, I let my fingers brush his erection lightly. It jumps against my hand.
I don’t have a lot of experience with men's bodies – my early experiences I tried to block and my later ones were a drunken blur. I just do what he and Michel did to me – touching him, avoiding direct contact at first but then touching him more directly. When I grasp his shaft and curl my fingers around its length, he exhales, his breath shaky. The water’s a bit slippery from the bath salts and I slide my fingers up and down slowly, my eyes closed, just enjoying the feel of him in my hand.